The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1887-04-14

Inc air is laQ6n WIFI the SWEEP per
fume of apple and cherry blossoms, and
spring onions the horn of the fish
peddler floats out upon the balmy
breeze, and is mingled with the seduc-
tive notes emanating from the inner
conscience of the festive tree agent and
the persuasive lightning rod man; the
lilac bush will soon burst out in its
showers of blue and white, simultane-
ously with the real estate agent, who
will fill the air with red, white and blue,
and lilac blaZes, as he wakes enthusi-
astic over the untold wealth which is
sure to accrue by the purchase of cor
ner lots; the ladies, Heaven bless 'em,
are arrayed in light and airy raiment,
and have given women suffrage brief
season of rest as they discuss among
themselves ''what hOrrid taste Mrs. A
displays in wearing that yellow dress
when she's so fleshy,n and show sweet
Miss B looked last Sunday in her new
hat" and that ''MeSsrs. G. q D. have
the lOvelieSt summer silks just too
sweet for anything" the stomachs of
the boarders are surprised with fresh
vegetables, and much delight is depict
ed upon the faces of these long-suffering
individuals in consequence thereof; the
young man comes in from the country,
sells his load, and Immediately proceeds
to whoop 'er up on the proceeds of the
same, by filling himself from stem to
gudgeon with cider, sweet cider and
hard cider; that great American insti-
tuition, the tramp, starts out from his
winters work on the free-lunch counter
and "growlers, and hies himself off
to the country, beating sap out of rail-
road ties, and the farmer out of a square
meal, giving wide berth to wood piles,
bull dogs and city marshals; the kids,
with an eye to business, are gathering
up the empty beer bottles in the high
ways and byways, and disposing of
them for base balls and bats; the young
men gather themselves together into
parties of three and four, dig bait, cut
poles, and then ''cut sticks" for the
happy fishing grounds, with couple of
sandwiches in their pockets and case
of b-r under the seat; the spring
poet, the same one we killed last year,
comes to life again, and springs more
of the same kind upon the impecunious
pencil pusher, putting the latter into a
helpless state of lassitude, and a ''tired''
feeling generally; the exchange fend
''bobs up serenely," and would like to
know if we exchange with the Podunk
Bladder, his old home paper; the old
man puts new hinges On the front gate,
whitewashes the chicken coop, digs in
the garden about five minutes, and
then goes down to the drug store and
swears for ''back ache''; his better half
has wild look in hereye as she sits down
and tells the hired girl that they'd bet
ter commence on 1.-The best room" first;
Charley, arrayed in ice cream pants and
IS cent straw hat, calls on Mary Ann,
and wipes all the fresh paint off the
front stoop; brick blocks spring up like
mushrooms in the night; the street
sprinkler vets everything but the dust;
wagons, loaded down with feather beds,
stove pipe and etceteras, start on their
cratic career from one end of the city
to the other, closely followed by the
old man with the clock under one arm
and a mirror under the other, and
"God bless our home" strung around
his neck. Indications on every hand
tell us that "spring is here.'